My husband and I were already the proud parents of a 10-month old baby boy, Joshua, when we learned we were expecting again.  Our second baby was due on June 26, 1992. My pregnancy went very well, except that people always told me I didn't look very pregnant.  I didn't think much of it at the time.  I was two weeks overdue, when we learned that our baby had done a flip-flop in my tummy.  I was scheduled to go in the next morning so they could try to turn our baby out of the breech position.  That night I went into labor and our little baby boy had to be delivered by a C-section.  Brandon John came into the world on July 10, 1992 and touched our hearts forever.  He weighed 6 pounds even and was 19 1/2 inches long.  He was a beautiful baby with lots of dark hair but he was very lethargic and he didn't cry.  What should have been a happy day was very tearful with many worries.  We knew something was wrong right away, but the doctors weren't sure what.  We found out a few days later that he had Trisomy 18 (a serious chromosome disorder).  The doctors gave us little hope that he would live very long and if he did survive, he would be severely handicapped.  We were heartbroken.  We didn't know what the future would bring us, so we treasured every day we had with our precious baby.  Brandon stayed with us for 28 days.  On August 8, 1992, our sweet Brandon went to heaven.  We will always love and remember our beautiful little angel.

Two years later, we gave birth to a healthy baby girl named Taylor.  We were so happy!  Then, in December of 2000, came the best Christmas gift, our little Alex.  We are so blessed with a wonderful family and our angel, Brandon, watching over us.